Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 103: Growing Night (Part )

The night rain was faint and the bonfire was swaying in the wind.

The dark surface of the pond reflected the firelight, the accompaniment of opera was heard in the ears, and the profile of the geisha was illuminated red by the bonfire.

Kiyoaki Matsueda stared at her intently.

The geisha walked slowly to his side, bent down and knelt down, picked up the wine cup in her small hands, and poured wine for the guest with lowered brows.

At the same time, she said softly, "Master, I am Xunzi. Tonight, you can ask me to do anything."

The geisha looked respectful and spoke in a humble tone.

But the look in her eyes was one of cold flattery.

Even though her heavy makeup showed that she had no choice but to accept the situation, the flattery in her eyes did not mean begging at all. Her eyes always said: "I will not give myself to you easily."

Kiyoaki Matsueda looked at her, a little stunned.

The geisha, dressed in her best attire, looked to be in her thirties.

She has fair skin and a tall and plump figure.

Her hair is still black and shiny, combed into a Western-style bun and elegantly tied behind her head... She doesn't look like a geisha at all.

"Master? What kind of women do you like?" Xunzi asked again, and then emphasized, "The lady who paid specifically emphasized that I should follow your arrangements tonight and help you relieve the stress in your body."

"Uh, I..."

Songzhi Qingxian looked strange, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Just use your original appearance..."

"I understand, young master." Xunzi said respectfully and gently.

This voice has a hint of charm.

Just like the autumn rain hitting the bluestone slabs outside, it made Song Zhiqingxian feel like his bones were going to go weak.

"Young master, have a drink." Xunzi picked up the wine glass and handed it to his lips.

"I don't drink much." Kiyoaki Matsueda said, and finally took only a small sip.

Xunzi put down her wine glass, picked up a small piece of abalone with her chopsticks, and passed it to his mouth with her little hand: "Sesame abalone, please taste it, young master."

Her white and tender fingertips looked particularly bright and beautiful under the light.

Qingxian Songeda opened his mouth and ate it. While chewing, he looked at her with curiosity.

This geisha has very thick eyebrows, narrow and sharp eyes, and the quality of her mouth and nose is one in a million.

Her red lips are shiny and sexy, and her ears are too soft. If you could bite her earlobe, it would probably taste sweet.

"Why is young master looking at me like that?" Xunzi asked in a low voice.

"Uh, sorry, I haven't ordered a geisha yet." Matsueda Kiyokatsu answered honestly, "And I'm a person of average knowledge. Occasionally, when I meet a fairy-like woman, I'm immediately attracted to her. And I'll pay special attention to her small feet..."

"Master, do you like legs and feet?"

"Well, that's right."

"Then how about mine, young master?" Xunzi immediately took off her white socks and raised her bare right foot in front of him.

The beauty of those small feet can be called art.

The feet are delicately shaped, with five crystal clear and round toes arranged neatly.

Kiyoaki Matsueda touched her, and Kaoru frowned slightly and curled up her toes.

She bit her lower lip and begged softly, "Master, I'm ticklish..."

Songzhi Qingxian nodded and let go of his hand.

Xunzi's body relaxed, and she looked at him with a sharp and slightly complaining look: "Master, you are so bad..."

"Can I do this to you?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda with a smile.

Xunzi nodded slightly, her eyes gleaming under the light: "Master, you can do anything to me."

"Really? Then can you learn to meow like a cat?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda with interest.

Xunzi thought about it for a moment, and her noble and cold oval face gradually showed the cold and flattering look of a cat acting coquettishly.

She leaned over and grabbed Songzhi Qingxian's hands with both hands, and said in a cold voice: "I am a very young female cat~"

After saying that, she leaned over with her sexy red lips, bit Songzhi Qingxian's ear and meowed.

Her lips were soft and warm, and her cat-like meow was extremely charming. Being teased by her, Matsueda Kiyoaki shuddered all over and almost made some embarrassing noises.

"bang~"

The sound of clappers came from the stage opposite.

The rain seemed to have gotten much heavier. Looking through the pool of water, the bright stage looked like it was covered by a layer of rain.

A Noh play was being performed above, and the gorgeous costumes attracted Kiyaki Matsueda's attention.

A group of actresses were lying side by side in dresses with lily and peony patterns, and the general lay on them calmly, smoking opium with a red lacquered pipe in his hand.

The general, still sleepy, rang the large stained glass bell made in the Southern Barbarian Kingdom. At this moment, the young killer suddenly attacked.

The background music suddenly became tense, and the atmosphere became solemn in the bleak autumn rain.

Kiyoaki Matsueda was watching intently when he was suddenly hugged from behind.

"Lean on me and watch, young master." Xunzi said as she picked up some food to feed him.

Kiyoaki Matsueda rested his head on the huge soft pillow and looked at the stage opposite with a comfortable look.

The general did not expect to be assassinated in his mansion, and the young killer succeeded. Blood splattered on the stage, and the blood painted the gorgeous brocade-edged mat with colorful colors.

The music became more impatient, and the young killer's lips twitched like a swaying crimson cherry blossom.

The Noh costumes tightly wrapped the cruel and heavy body, and the blood splashed gorgeously... The killer boy, who was faithfully enjoying this feast, pointed the blade at the general's guards - he danced while killing, and continued to die.

The wind and rain were cold, and the bonfire swaying in the wind shone on the pool. The whole stage was very confusing and dreamy.

The orange light in the box poured onto the dead trees by the pool.

In the depths of the dense branches and leaves where the light could not penetrate, it seemed as if a faint scream was heard through the leaves and reached my ears.

The sound is out of tune and is undoubtedly an auditory hallucination.

The sound of the dripping rain drowned out other noises.

Kiyoaki Matsueda felt more and more relaxed, and his body collapsed like a baby.

"Young Master, please change your sitting position." Xunzi asked him to sit in front of her and hugged his lower abdomen from behind.

The rain was falling outside, and it felt really good to be in the arms of a noble woman with soft and warm skin in a warm house.

Tsk~!

Don’t be knocked down by beauty!

Songzhi Qingxian was determined in his heart, but his body was also weak and his expression was indescribably comfortable.

Suddenly, the geisha's pink little hands began to slowly rub his lower abdomen.

Kiyoaki Matsueda shuddered instantly.

He came back to his senses, "Wait, what are you doing?" he asked hurriedly.

"Master, this is to relieve your stress and also to exercise your willpower." Xunzi said calmly, rubbing her chin against his head for two circles, and then she moved her lips closer to his ear and blew air: "With your status, you will face many temptations of beauties in the future. If you don't have a strong willpower, it will be easy to reveal your flaws and be easily defeated."

Songzhi Qingxian's ears were itchy, and his toes couldn't help but curl up. He said in a hoarse voice: "I have experienced such a thing before..."

"Yes, I understand." The geisha's fingertips were smooth and cold, and her red lips whispered in his ear: "This is just a pre-job training for you, young master, by a scheming geisha."

"..."

Kiyoaki Matsueda had nothing to say. His waist softened and he leaned softly in the geisha's arms.

There was a faint fragrance lingering around his nose. He couldn't tell what it smelled like, but this mysterious taste made him not want to leave this embrace.

On the stage opposite the pool, there was a sound of intense drums and gongs, as if a martial arts scene was being performed.

The rain was getting heavier, and the raindrops hit the door like pebbles, then bounced back and splashed into the house.

The sudden rain and strong wind at night blew the embroidered curtains wildly.

After a while, Xunzi stood up, walked gracefully around the dining tables, stood at the door, stretched out her arms to Yeyu, and took the opportunity to wash her palms with rain water.

Looking at her white and smooth wrists, Songzhi Qingxian's mind was filled with many thoughts.

…A woman’s slender white wrists and cool, smooth fingertips are so enchanting.

The wind was strong outside, and the water splashed against her body, reflecting the light inside and making her skirt flutter.

I finally lowered the rain curtain and returned to the dining table.

Her hair was slightly damp and shiny, and her thick black eyebrows and beautiful eyes suddenly gave her a glamour like a newlywed young woman.

Kiyoaki Matsueda looked at her, his expression as if he was recalling something.

This silent gaze made Xunzi's heart beat faster and her cheeks became hot.

My body felt very hot, as if the remaining temperature in my palms was transmitted into my body and then quickly spread to my cheeks.

"You're wet." Kiyoaki Matsueda said, picking up the handkerchief on the table.

Xunzi lowered her head slightly, sat down beside him, and stretched out a slender arm.

Songzhi Qingxian gently pressed the handkerchief on her arm, and wiped the slender wrist, which looked even whiter after being wet, with a little bit of tenderness.

“The hand.”

"Yes, Master~"

The geisha held out her other hand to him.

Her humble and submissive posture formed a perfect contrast with her noble and cold face. Matsueda Kiyoaki had to try very hard to restrain the urge to hold her in his arms.

"Master, you are so gentle."

After drying her hands, Xunzi leaned towards him, smiled slightly in front of him, and said to him in an almost intimate tone: "If possible, I am willing to follow you for the rest of my life. Even when you are sixty years old, I will still call you handsome young master."

This voice seems to be full of enthusiasm.

"Okay, even when I am sixty years old, I will let you serve me," said Kiyoaki Matsueda.

Xunzi's heart beat faster again and her cheeks became hot.

Feeling her face getting a little hot, she quickly picked up the wine glass and drank some wine to cover up her embarrassment.

Her bright red lips, wetted by the wine, instantly became crystal clear and shone with an alluring luster under the light... Songzhi Qingxian's eyes were attracted to her and he couldn't look away.

Although he shouldn't think that way, at this moment, he suddenly wanted to kiss her.

For men who have never kissed, kissing is a very abstract act.

In Songeda Qingxian's imagination, a kiss is like the feeling of a dog picking up a bone, happily taking it back to the doghouse to enjoy it slowly... I don't know if this analogy is correct.

The rain hit the pond, and the sound continued.

A man who wants to kiss but is too embarrassed to ask...

Kiyoaki Matsueda felt very embarrassed, picked up the wine glass, took a sip of the wine, and then another glass.

He seemed to have forgotten that he was not good at drinking. After drinking two glasses, he suddenly came to his senses, threw the glass away, and lay down on the tatami, thinking about how to start the conversation.

Xunzi saw him lying down and reached out to him.

The cool sleeve rubbed his face, and then the white and slender fingertips stroked his cheek.

It feels so comfortable.

The restlessness in Songzhi Qingxian's body slowly calmed down.

It doesn't matter if we don't kiss... When he thought so, he suddenly felt refreshed and closed his eyes comfortably.

Suddenly, something touched his forehead, and a slight gasp fell on his forehead.

The strange, scorching breath, with a hint of a woman's fragrance, entered his nose.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Xunzi lying on top of him, her cold hands tightly clamped on both sides of his cheeks.

"Hey, young master. Have you ever been kissed?" Xunzi's eyes were bright and moist.

"You are so presumptuous! Asking such a question out of the blue is like asking a primary school student, 'Have you ever been on a plane?' It's really a question that kills two birds with one stone. By asking this question, not only can you show off yourself, but you can also draw on the other person's answer of 'No,' and continue to draw on the other person's answer of 'No,' you are really a person..."

The young man's mumbling voice became smaller and smaller.

At last……

"No, no!" Matsueda Kiyoaki replied angrily.

The way he's willing to give it his all and isn't afraid of you laughing at him is really adorable...If others don't take the initiative, he probably won't do anything.

In Xunzi's eyes, she, dressed up in her best clothes, is not only a luxurious prey, but also an active hunter.

She wanted to care for him wholeheartedly, play the role of a caring older sister, and decided to put aside all her worries for his growth.

"Young Master, don't be fooled by bad women in the future..."

As she spoke, Xunzi bent down and held his face with both hands.

From below, her lips were slightly parted, revealing her white teeth, as if she was ready to hunt...

Uh……

and then?
Why don't you continue?

Her lips were hanging ten centimeters away from Songzhi Qingxian's lips.

This looks like asking for a kiss.

But she doesn't seem to be the kind of person who would take the initiative to kiss someone...

This geisha, a failure, such a failure... Matsueda Kiyoaki complained in his heart. At this point, there is no need for any teaching, as any man with normal emotions will be able to learn it without a teacher.

He instinctively reached out his hand, put it around Xunzi's neck, aimed at those thin lips and kissed her.

Their lips pressed gently together.

In an instant, a sweet shudder suddenly ran through Songzhi Qingxian's whole body.

At the same time, a shudder and throbbing suddenly flowed through Xunzi's spine, and she instinctively opened her lips a little wider.

Kiyoaki Matsueda took the opportunity to kiss her.

Intoxicated in the tenderness, my strong heart felt like a sugar cube was thrown into it and it melted all at once, and I could feel the sweetness.

"Master, it's time for you to grow up." Xunzi looked down at him, her long hair falling on his cheeks.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Are you still asking at a time like this? You're so immature..." Xunzi carefully tested with one hand and soon sat in the right place.

At that moment, she gritted her teeth, leaned back, and her snow-white chin emerged like pottery.

Once the body, having given itself over to desire, regains its original wildness, all embarrassment, shame, and fear will disappear.

Intellect, education, morality - these pretenses that were born along with human civilization have all been abandoned.

A mysterious singing voice was heard from the rain outside.

Someone is singing on the stage.

"Ah~ my husband, on the edge of the wilderness, is like a wolf; the noble man who never lies down is like a moist doe."

"I've crossed several mountains and rivers for this bird-like heart..."

The surface of the pool was buffeted by wind and rain, and the lights were swaying.

The bonfire on the stage swayed in the wind.

Looking at the mysterious flame, Xunzi looked down at him, her eyes bright and clear.

"Uh……"

Kiyoaki Matsueda opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Happiness spread from her head to her toes. Xunzi lowered her head and wanted to kiss this lovely man, but he turned his head away to resist because he felt embarrassed, which made her even happier.

"Just now..." Matsueda Kiyoaki said unconvinced.

"I know." Xunzi interrupted him.

The light shone on her face, making her look very beautiful. She covered her mouth and chuckled: "Virginity..."

This laughter is really annoying.

In Kiyoaki Matsueda's opinion, her happiness that came from the bottom of her heart was tinged with a kind of superficial show-off.

After a while, Xunzi turned over, lowered her eyes and carefully tidied her messy hair, smoothed her clothes and wiped off the marks.

On a cold night with continuous autumn rain, the geisha pinched her clothes in a very short time with her white fingertips like bamboo shoots. The whole process was elegant and beautiful, which could be called an aesthetic performance.

Under the ambiguous lighting, she looked like the noble ladies painted in Ukiyo-e!
After tidying up her kimono, she casually took out a small boxwood comb and combed her messy hair together. Then she held the back of the comb with her teeth and gathered her hair with both hands.

With both hands raised high, the cuffs of the kimono slid down naturally.

The two white and tender arms were exposed to the cold air, and the skin turned slightly red.

She leaned sideways and gently adjusted her hair with her pretty fingers.

The collar of the kimono that had just been adjusted slipped down a little, revealing a bit of her snow-white shoulders.

The sound of singing from the stage came from outside the window.

"The world is ruthless, the past and the present are one, how can I bear the worry? I wake up from the dream of Lanqiao..."

Those seductive snow-white shoulders, those moistened eyes full of spring love, that powdered sitting posture... Songzhi Qingxian watched from the side and felt that the heat in his body not only did not subside, but became more and more intense.

After Xunzi adjusted her hair bun, she immediately picked up a rouge petal from the cloth bag and gently held it between her lips.

She pursed her lips to reveal the petals.

The full and plump lips are squeezed towards the middle, the tiny wrinkles are flattened, and then evenly dyed a bright red with rouge.

The autumn wind blowing through the hall lifted a strand of hair.

The snow-white shoulders trembled slightly due to the cold, and all kinds of charm emerged spontaneously.

Songeda Qingxian swallowed his saliva.

...I really want to wait until she is dressed up to her most beautiful, and then destroy her completely.

Xunzi adjusted her clothes and makeup, propped up one of her sexy legs, and washed her hands in a small basin.

After the treatment, her skin seemed to be infused with magical energy, and she looked ten years younger.

"Master, am I beautiful?" Xunzi asked the guest.

"She looks like a Nekomata who has transformed into an otaku." Matsueda Kiyokatsu praised.

Cats are also a kind of monster with an unpredictable personality. Sometimes they are docile and sometimes they are cold. They often disguise themselves as beautiful women to deceive humans.

"Thank you for the compliment, it's a pleasure to be with you, but I have to go back now." Xunzi said, stretching out a white and tender little hand: "It's a blessing to meet you, please give me some money as a gift."

"Don't worry." Songzhi Qingxian took her hand and said, "Look outside, the rain hasn't stopped yet."

After he finished speaking, he exerted force on his hands, and Xunzi cried out "Aiya", fell into his arms, and quickly pushed him away with both hands, turning her head slightly: "Master, I'm only here to dance with you while you drink."

"If you don't make me happy, I won't pay the bill today!" Matsueda Kiyoaki said viciously.

"Hey, Master, we can't do this..." Xunzi gently pushed his chest with both hands, pleading with her eyes, "Our family can't live without my income..."

"See if you can serve me well."

"Master, don't be like this..." Xunzi leaned against him limply, the fragrance on her body became stronger, it was the rich body fragrance unique to a mature woman, "I'll pour you a glass of wine..."

"I don't want to drink, just dance for me." said Kiyoaki Matsueda.

"what?"

Xunzi looked embarrassed.

"Hmm?" Matsueda Kiyoaki looked at her with dissatisfaction.

He had just lost face and was now holding his breath, waiting to find trouble.

Out of desperation, Xunzi could only stand up and dance a few times awkwardly. It didn't look like a dance at all, and it was obvious that she hadn't practiced well.

"Okay, Master, I have to go."

Suddenly, she turned around and walked towards the door.

It was as if she was really a geisha who had to rush home and could not spend the night with her guests.

However, the footsteps of the guest were approaching behind her... Just as her hand pushed the door, strong arms came from behind, like a big and soft net, completely trapping her, the canary, from head to toe.

"Master..."

Amidst her pleading voice, Matsueda Kiyoaki slowly moved closer and kissed her lightly on the lips.

Xunzi instinctively stepped back.

But the more she tried to escape, the tighter Matsueda Kiyoaki held her.

As their lips kissed, her body began to gradually become excited and her face slowly turned red.

"No, Master, I really have to go back." Xunzi used the last of her rationality to turn her head away from his kiss.

Unfortunately, the experienced Matsueda Kiyoaki would not let her go easily, and his lips pressed against hers again.

Xunzi was held in his arms and had nowhere to hide.

Songzhi Qingxian's lips moved to her ears: "I told you that what I said just now was not my true level, and you still laughed. Now I'm going to teach you a lesson..."

Because she was ticklish, Xunzi shrank her body.

The young man's words and the hot breath he exhaled tickled her earlobes and impacted her heart.

"Master..."

"I won't let you go easily!" The young man spoke with heavy breathing.

Xunzi's body softened uncontrollably, and he held her in his arms as they walked back to the tatami.

"I really have to go back..."

In the struggle between resistance and acceptance, the kimono became messy again, revealing the snow-white shoulders.

Lying on the tatami, Xunzi protected her chest with her hands, looking afraid of being hurt.

"Where is that smug feeling you had just now?" Songzhi Qingxian sneered.

"What? Young Master, what are you talking about..." Xunzi pretended not to know and tried to get away with it.

"I'll remind you right away." Kiyoaki Matsueda picked up the belt on the ground.

"...?"

"...What are you going to do?"

"Your hands are in the way."

"Don't mess around..."

"Why don't you continue to be stubborn?"

"This, this is too rude." Xunzi rubbed her hands vigorously and twisted her upper body to break free, "Untie it quickly..."

"No way. Well, I want to get back at you for teasing me just now."

“Don’t, don’t, don’t…”

The woman who had taken the initiative the first time was now completely at a disadvantage. She bumped her forehead against his chest and yelled, "Bad guy, bad guy, so bad..."

Then, Kiyoaki Matsueda picked up the towel again and placed it on her forehead.

"What is this for?" Xunzi's heart skipped a beat.

"cover eyes."

"..."

The vision gradually darkened, Xunzi's slender eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and her long eyelashes trembled with shame.

"Master, save me..."

The geisha let out a sound that was almost like a wail.

The next moment, Kiyaki Matsueda hugged her from behind, even tighter than before.

"Remember, even when you are sixty years old, you still need me to serve you..." Xunzi stopped struggling, her hair was disheveled and her skin was rosy.

In the cold rainy night, her bright voice, as if she had returned to the age of 20, penetrated the dark rain curtain and reached even farther places.

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The rain continued to fall.

The two of them lay on the tatami, looking at the ceiling and listening to the sound of rain outside.

Xunzi felt like her whole body was falling apart, she felt sore and numb, but her mind quickly became clear and she knew she should go back.

After she put her clothes back on, a strand of wet black hair stuck to her cheek, like a black line carefully painted with a brush, so charming and seductive that it made the man dizzy.

Kiyoaki Matsueda lay on the tatami, looking at her sideways.

There was no doubt that he was truly addicted to sweet love, so looking at her it was as if he had never seen anyone so beautiful.

After tidying up her clothes, Xunzi lowered her head and covered her face with a handkerchief.

There were traces of saliva around her lipstick-stained lips, and her plump body revealed a hint of laziness and satisfaction.

The snow-white nape of the neck is revealed, beautiful yet fragile.

She stared outside blankly. The performance on the stage had ended and it was dark outside the box, without any light.

In that darkness, it seemed as if something ominous would appear.

"It's so scary..." Xunzi murmured softly, "I should go back now. The customer can contact me later..."

After that, she left a business card and left.

The bright red kimono disappeared in the rain like a swimming goldfish.

Kiyoaki Matsueda lay on the tatami, staring at the ceiling and breathing the late night air.

The air was cool and pure, which made his body feel much more refreshed and his mind gradually became clearer... Although he still felt a little absurd as if he was dreaming, the feeling was extremely real.

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There were few pedestrians outside the airport and the autumn rain was drizzling.

The few pedestrians would subconsciously cast their eyes towards the woman walking towards them.

She was wearing a conservative kimono, and her attire was neat and tidy, with her hair not out of place.

Her eyes shone with a clear and sharp light, and seemed a little moist...

The black kimono creates the demeanor of a dignified, steady, cold and strict mistress... She will always be the serious Matsueda Shinsako, and there will be no change.

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